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// Chapter 2- Reality check 
// Story: A Beautiful Lie 
// by Sorenthehero117 
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Chapter 2- Reality check

It's been 2 years since my father died in a car crash. At 18, I was finally able to inherit his house and be able to live inside on my own as oppose to living on my uncle's basement. Living in Puerto Rico hasn't been easy since my parents passing. We've been struggling financially and my uncles even had to get second jobs in order to keep things in order.

I've done my part by getting a job as well, which given the status of the economy was not an easy thing to find, but it still wasn't enough to help. I don't even pray as often as I used to. What's the point? My father is dead and nothing will bring him back, nothing will help our situation and nothing can lift my troubled spirits, and I certainly think praying won't do anything to help my situation. My faith in God still exists, but my trust in him died along with my parents.

My life insisted of going to school for 6 hours, work at a local coffee shop for 8, go home and shielding myself away from the rest of the world. Since I live on my parent's old home, I have nobody to disturb me or bother me during my studies, especially during my finals week. Good thing too, because Psychology is a hell of a subject to study and is actually my favorite subject of all: the study of the human mind.

It is ironic though; how I master psychology so well, but I fail at every other class given to me. I work really on this one class in particular, while I can honestly care less about the other classes, be it math, science or social studies. It's a well change of pace from the usual stuff that I read. After my father died, a lot of his old stories and books were given to me and since then, I've been reading them nonstop for the past 2 years. It made me feel at ease, and it reminded me of the wonderful times I shared with my father. I loved my father... And I miss him very much... I never even got to say goodbye, but I only hope he's in peace now. If there is a heaven, he belongs there and is resting now with my mom... Would I be allowed in Heaven? Is there a Heaven? I-I don't know anymore... It scares me to think of that, and yet at the same time... It intrigues me.